Mother Earth weeps while weather warfare silent screams
and parched reservoirs dry cry as migrating moisture far falls.
Can we sail through calm celestial seas as stealth spray falls like rain
from silver saturated skies in craze-cloud formation?
Metal artificial protection
killing us softly.
Ozone rags fly strip-ripped holes in blanket tatters
and glaciers roar in melt down as snow storms sob in ice rage.
Why reach out to far off cosmic seas when our wild winds whip tumble
and methane mists wraith rise from red creep death oceans?
Seas sobbing salt fearing
geo-engineering.
Mother Earth weeps as her star-born children die
in spray seas of wither whispers cushioned on a nightshade web.
Red herrings spoken by clowns but we are not laughing,
as we see through veiled lies craftily woven
into cloths of stealth secrets
screening our fate.
All is still now in our green and fruitful lands
and silence calls in mute pain as destruction dies alone
and Mother Earth sails through cosmic seas without her star-born children.
Dust to dust and ashes dancing in the air
on winds of change
as she journeys on.
Published in The Dawntreader by Indigo Dreams Publishing
https://www.indigodreams.co.uk
Curly Moon 